Besides assemblage, his work spans the genres of drawing, printmaking, realistic bronzes, and tattoo. As often happens, the work of others allow me new insights into my own work or in some instances, an energy boost to my exploratory self.
The last day in Pittsburgh was more packed. We stopped in the studio of Thad Moseley, a dynamic and warm sculptor surrounded by a cavernous room of carved pieces larger than himself. http://www.post-gazette.com/life/Distinction/2016/09/22/90-year-old-Pittsburgh-Sculptor-artist-Thaddeus-Mosley-90-years-in-the-woods/stories/201609220006 Next to his small desk were walnut logs averaging 400 lbs each awaiting inspiration.
Tadeo Arimoto, an extraordinary woodworker was in the studio above. www.tadaoarimoto.com/ He led us through his maze-like shop and we talked about the qualities of wood, the reverence a hundred year-old section of an elm can invoke.
Lastly, we stopped in at Diane Samuels' studio. It is hard to describe the impression that a 47 foot wall piece made up of thousands of torn hand-made paper strips and inscribed, in its entirety with the text of Moby Dick can make on a person. It seemed like I had come upon a modern-day Jewish monk, who both hand-copied a manuscript and illuminated it in larger-than-life form.
I left Pittsburgh (or tried to given the tangle of highways and the delay in my GPS) awash with inspiration.
These encounters occasionally have an immediate effect on my work but more often soak into my consciousness for a delayed arrival at a later and appropriate time. It always reminds me that artists, as Nick Babosh said in one conversation, are a Tribe.
|a small detail from Moby Dick|
|part of The Odyssey work|